A Fun New Toy

I don’t think I could ever do this pic justice.

Perfect Pink Kitty...(tg/ff)

"I'm not your pink kitty!" Jake pouted as he stamped his heel in frustration like the very flagstone beneath his feet had accused him.  Behind him the Ellington Manor house loomed large, its grand arches and steepled windows belaying its roots in a more opulent era of British history. 

"Well, if you dress like a pink kitty, have ears like a pink kitty, and purr like a cute lil’ pink kitty…" Jamie pointed out as she approached him from their car, their shared luggage case rattling across the gravel as she pulled it along. 

There was a smirk on her lips as she toyed with his obvious discomfort.  There wasn't a part of him that didn’t match the description:  The pastel pink of his wig tumbled over his shoulder in a braid, his lips gleamed soft pink, his cheeks rouged to match, and even his nails sported the shell-pink Jamie had chosen for them, hidden away under the latex gloves covering them. 

He cursed the old him - the horny him.  The version of him that lain on the bed squirming as Jamie ran her vibrator over his caged cock, and teased him with the wicked details of all the things she was going to do to him - the soft, feminine things that she had taught him to crave.  In the cold light of day he just felt painfully vulnerable, like every one of the surrounding trees hid an old bully from school, or an ex who would step out and point, laughing at what he had allowed to happen to him.

But one word had managed to catch his attention.   One that left him a little confused.  

“Purr?”  He asked.

Jamie stopped a few feet in front of him, her hand snaking into the over-arm handbag she carried across her shoulder, seeking out the remote fob in control of the headband sitting on top of his head, complete with kitty his very own kitty ears.   In an instance the signal had been translated, the fine microcircuitry woven into the headband activating to pulse a signal directly into his unsuspecting brain. 

“Fuuuuuuuuuck!”  Jake hissed, waves of pleasure pulsed into his mind, obliterating any thoughts that might have been forming.  His body arched, his mouth open and closing even though her produced no sound.  Every part of him was flooded with the need to touch himself, running his hands up and down his body in a display that would have put even the most open of exhibitionists to shame. 

Every knowing smile she had given him as they had driven over finally made sense.  Every half-smirk and every knowing twinkle in those wonderful, brilliant eyes of her finally made sense.  No wonder she had insisted he donned the headband before they had left the house that morning. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”  Jamie asked, smiling politely.  “I’ve been working on a new delivery system for my patented pink-pleasure.  A new system of indoctrination to help bring girls under my control quicker.  And lucky thing that you are, you’re going to be my test subject for the weekend.”

She released the button and Jake collapsed back on himself, placing a hand on the nearby sandstone wall to steady himself.  “What the…?”

“I told you I’d make you purr,”  Jamie smirked.

“That wasn’t purring,”  Jake argued.  “That was...”

“Good?”  Jamie smirked.  “Fun?   You can thank me later.”

Jake shook his head in denial.

“Liar,”  Jamie chuckled.  “I know what it feels like because I tested it on myself before I used it on any of my girls.  I know how fucking good it feels.  How addictive it can become.  How much it can scramble your brains and make them leak out from between your legs.”

“What the fuck?”  Jake cursed, looking at Jamie like she’d just grown a second head.  “It can fry my brains?!”

Jamie nodded, confirming his suspicions.

“At the highest settings, with continuous use,”  She said, pointing at the headband that sat on top of Jake’s head.  “There’s a pretty little thing living in Essex whose IQ is now in the double digits because she spent an entire weekend pressing the button with the ears set to maximum.”

Jamie paused for a moment, looking thoughtful as she mused upon Jake's fate. “ You could have that, you know?  Have your entire existence distilled down into bouncy, mindless lust.  I mean it’d be a waste of your smarts, but…”

“There’s no way in hell I’m agreeing to anything!”

“...yet,”  Jamie countered. “Interesting side effect to the ears is they also make someone super-duper suggestible.”

She pressed the button once more, and Jake found himself mewling this time as a thunderstorm of arousal and pink electricity suddenly discharged itself in his head.  But this time Jamie didn’t let go.  She held it down until nothing existed between Jake’s ears but the pleasure.   

Only then did she release her hold over him.

No thoughts rushed in, filling the empty space left behind, no urges popped up to guide him in what to do next.  He simply stood as he was, eyes glazed, a pretty little smile on his lips as he floated in the afterglow of the mental assault.  Nerve endings still sparking little arcs of pleasure, mind ready and waiting to receive Jamie’s suggestions. 

“Can you hear me, Jake?”

“Yes..”  He responded, his voice softer than down. 

“You won’t want to remove those ears for the rest of the weekend.  They’re part of you now.  They complete you - the new, feminine you.  Without them you get all caught up in yourself - anxious and icky.”

Each word sank into him, imprinting onto his subconscious like indelible ink.   He loved his gift from Jamie.  Loved them with all his heart.  She was such a kind woman, allowing him to don them and show how much they meant to him.  Such a kind, wonderful, wise woman…

Just as quickly, the buzzing stopped and Jake suddenly remembered he could think, once more.  “What the…?  Oh, hell no!  You’re taking this too far, Jamie. ”

Jamie looked nonplussed, a detached sense of amusement across her features.  “I mean you could always take them off, right?”

Scowling, Jake made to remove the headband.  “Screw this.”

Only he couldn’t.

The minute he shifted his hands up, a deep sense of wrongness washed over him.  His chest filled with panic as he contemplated existence without his precious ears.  Without them to complete him, who was he really?   What joy would there be in life without them clamped to his head; without them making him feel cute.   His skin prickled with panic, his heart thumping in his chest.  Tears threatened to spring into his eyes.

He lowered his hands back down.

Good.  That felt right, the panic subsiding until the existential crises of an existence without ears had ebbed away.  

“What have you done to me?”   He asked softly.

“I gave you the one thing you desired - a chance to explore your femininity.”

“I thought it was going to be playing behind closed doors: a chance to wear lingerie and let you make me pretty!”  Jake protested, the urge to walk away mounting as his old fears of being publicly ridiculed rose up from the dark depths of his psyche.  

He’d had enough.  Even if he had to hitchhike his way home he would-

Jake didn’t even get a chance to take one step forward before he was shuddering in ecstasy, his body a live wire of white hot pleasure.  Jamie held up the fob in her hand, giving him a pitying look.

“Firstly,” She began as his mind emptied out once more.  “I know you’re anxious about this, sweetie.   But that’s okay, it’s perfectly normal.  Anyone would be all up in their own headspace about coming out to their friends.  You can let that go if you want.”

Jake suddenly felt lighter.  Happier.  More at peace with himself.  His muscles let go of every ounce of stress and worry that had been stored up within them, the gift of weeks worth of fretting and worrying about the day of the big reveal. 

“Secondly, you look too cute as a  girl to let go,”  Jamie continued.  “In fact I think you’ll find yourself letting go of all resistance to the idea.”

The latent sense of embarrassment and silliness melted driving on his temper tantrum.  He hadn’t realised what a silly boy he had been, holding onto all that subconscious worry about being discovered or someone recognising.  Everything was fine.  

He did feel cute. 

Wonderfully cute.

As cute as a button, and twice as hot.

The pleasure piled on, ratcheting up as Jamie held down the fob, determined to correct her pet’s attitude. 

“You want to continue this little experiment with me,”  She suggested, her voice a seductive whisper in his mind.  “You might struggle, you might even resist a little, but ultimately you want me to win.  You want the headband and those pretty kitty ears to win.”

Jake gasped in ecstasy, his mind laid bare as the commands took root.   Deep, deep down they burrowed, past his conscious mind and into the very core of his being.  There, it anchored itself to his id, ready to grow strong on all the fun and games Jamie had in store for him.  It would grow strong, with time, changing and morphing his sense of self until it entirely matched the desires that Jamie had awoken inside of him over all these months of play. 

“Good girl,”  Jamie praised as he made pretty little whimpers and moans, the intensity of the pleasure almost too much to handle.  “Now I’m going to let you go in a second, and then we can go enter the Estate and have a fun weekend with all our friends, can’t we?”  

He would do anything for her - for the ears.

“You won’t deny being my pink kitty for the weekend, because you want to see what it’s like to be my girl.  You want to test drive being my submissive pet, don’t you?”

Jake’s heart leapt with joy even as his mind seemed to leak out of every hole, pouring out as the fob continued to be pressed, the ears making it so hard for him to think straight. 

Yes, a thousand-million times yes!  

To be controlled like this; to be controlled by her?  It was divine.  Her voice was that of an angel; her words absolute.  She could sink her claws into him as deeply as she wanted, and he’d begged for more.  She could make it impossible to return to his old life, and he’d thank her for the honour.

“So just forget about the silly, silly argument…”

Jake’s mind grew foggy, the mists wrapping around his memory.  It was so difficult to remember why they had been talking - what they’d been talking about.   But he was aware as his cock jumped under the suit, spilling his acceptance into the suit, the sticky mess dribbling down the inside of his leg. 

He snapped back to reality, his head clearing within seconds.

“Oh,”  He said, blushing as he realised what had happened.  “I…um…”

“It’s okay, pet,”  Jamie offered up in reassurance.  “It’s your first time, and you were so excited to embrace your inner girl.  It was going to happen sooner or later.”

Jake felt his cheeks redden further, swearing he could already smell the drying cum wafter through the air.  “But everyone is going to suspect…”

Jamie smirked.  “That you’re the world’s bestest, horniest slut?”

“Uh…  I am?”  Jake asked, puzzled, feeling something tugging at the back of his mind.  Some half forgotten anxiety pang that was trying its hardest to warn him about something.

Something he had forgotten.

Something just out of reach.

“You will be once I’m finished with you,”  Jamie promised him, looping her arm through his and guiding him towards the oaken door of the Estate’s front door.  “Everyone is going to adore my new pet…”

She looks down from her horse, her leather gloves gleaming in the cold winter light. With a smirk, she tosses a length of rope at her kneeling, shivering husband.

"Tie that around your neck," she commands, her voice firm. "That way, when you crawl behind my horse, you'll be reminded that you're my property—now and always."

Open up, pup, don't keep me waiting